Chapter 68 The Awaiting Crowd, One

• Elena Torres (POV)
• This time around I knew I was in trouble and had no escape from him. I turned around with a sheepish smile on my face, fidgeting with my fingers and toes.
• "Follow me," Andrew said and rose up from his seat. I smirked, if he had gone hard on Blackthorn when he almost attacked Elder Rowan, there would be no need for me to intervene. But there he was relaxed on his small ass as he watched the scenario unfold before him, while he watched with a boring look on his face.